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 Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 7:41 pm
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If she was the head of an armada...
Captain Damien Cole has finally acquired a ship.
The Queen of Hearts is his pride and joy. It's a magnificent vessel indeed, but there is one problem.
He has no crew.
That problem will soon be solved, though, for the charismatic captain has a habit of attracting the folk he needs, and he often seems to have what they need, as well. With crew in tow and a secret map in hand, they will soon set off on silly (and fagtastic) adventures.
And yes, fagtastic. That is no typo.
As of now, there are many roles to be filled on the ship; first mate, lookout, cabin boy, navigator, cook, and general crew. Cole isn't picky, but of course, pretty boys will get the job before any slag does.
I will do some drawings of Cole and the crew once this gets started to pretty up this thread, so be patient!
...then we would call the Queen of Hearts our fagship.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 7:43 pm
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C H A R A C T E R S
To apply, fill out this application and PM to me with some sort of piratey subject:
[b]User:[/b] Your Gaia username.
[b]Character:[/b] Your character's name. Remember, we are pirates. Gay pirates, but pirates nonetheless.
[b]Gender:[/b] Girls are perfectly acceptable, and don't have to be lesbians, just like the men don't have to be gay. In fact, with straight people, hilarity often ensues. Include orientation; otherwise, be assumed homosexual.
[b]Role:[/b] What they are on the ship. General crew is just fine, but the roles listed above should be taken first. If you apply with general crew and the above aren't filled out, I WILL ask that you consider taking one.
[b]Personality:[/b] A couple of sentences is fine. I don't need a paragraph.
[b]Bio:[/b] Again, a few sentences on their history. You can have mysterious characters, too, it's fine, but we do need a tiny bit for entertaining faux pas.
[b]Misc.:[/b] Anything that doesn't fit in the above you want us to know? Put it here.
I reserve the right to reject your sorry butt if you don't aptly meet my requirements.
A C C E P T E D C H A R A C T E R S
Crew Position Quick-Reference:
Captain Damien Cole - Tyne Serapis
Vice-Captain Amalia Maldoran - Tyne Serapis
First Mate -
Cabin Boy Anton Tarasov - Frau Blucher
Navigator Allen Steward - Amazon
Lookout -
Cook Marie Reynard - Frau Blucher
Assistant Chef Cherie - Lt. Lambie
Quartermaster Leon Toussaint - Amazon
User: Tyne Serapis
Character: Damien Alexander Cole
Gender: M
Role: Captain
Personality: Cole is a very mellow, fun sort of fellow. He likes drinking and promotes it for others, especially if he thinks he has a better chance if they're inebriated. He likes people and is terribly charismatic.
Bio: He's been best friends with Amalia for as long as anyone can remember. He grew up on the east coast of Spain and is actually very proper, especially for a pirate captain. Other than that, unless he's feeling particularly nostalgic, he keeps his past to himself.
Misc.: He likes sleeping late and cuddling with Amalia, and, of course, wearing her clothes on occasion. He is a notorious man-slut, but he'd be willing to settle down (maybe) if he found someone able to keep up with him.
User: Tyne Serapis
Character: Amalia Maldoran
Gender: F; lesbian
Role: Vice-Captain
Personality: Amalia is a tough Spanish girl, fiery and strong-willed. She keeps Cole in check most of the time and performs most of his duties when he doesn't feel like it or is otherwise "occupied." She's a heavier drinker than Cole, and can hold her liquor very well. She can do most anything necessary on the ship, but is best at keeping order and cleaning up after Cole.
Bio: She was born in Spain, but raised abroad in England. She and Cole met when they were teenagers, but beyond that, few know the whole story. She can be elegant and refined if it's needed, but she maintains the pirate sort of attitude better than Cole.
Misc.: Her cooking is terrible, and she is not to be reckoned with most of the time, especially when she's in the kitchen.
User: Frau Blucher
Character: Anton Tarasov
Gender: Male; Orientation: Virginal
Role: Cabin-boy
Personality: Sweet little ***** (he's 16) Anton initially comes off as innocent and adorably naive, but growing up in the boondocks of Russia gave him a wild streak a mile wide. He alternates between being suspicious and believing of everyone.
Bio: Until recently, Anton lived in the cold Russian countryside with only his mother, Anna, on their radish farm. Last year's harsh winter brought Anna's life to an end, and so Anton left the farm to find his way in the world. He's always dreamed of the ocean and becoming a sailor, and eventually he finds his way to the coast. His intention is to become an honest seaman, but...The Queen of Hearts finds him first.
Misc.: Because of his upbringing, Anton gets sick at the sight of radishes. He's a complete virgin, except for that one time he fooled around with the village milkmaid in her father's barn, but he didn't really count that time - it had ended with him nearly getting kicked in the head by a cow.
User: Frau Blucher
Character: Marie Reynard
Gender: Female; Bisexual
Role: Cook
Personality: She's been described as "saucy" by the men in her life, and usually, she lives up to the adjective. Promiscuity and insincerity are character traits, but she's nursing hidden wounds.
Bio: Marie previously worked as the head cook aboard a large merchant vessel. Her reputation on the ship was precarious to begin with, being a woman and all, and once it was discovered she was sneaking other women into her cabin at night she was declared a witch and promptly thrown overboard. Luckily, they were still in the harbor when it happened. Now, Marie is looking for a place where she can craft her culinary masterpieces without fear.
Misc.: Naturally pale, Marie has managed to mostly remain that way by virtue of staying inside the galley of a ship most of the time. The only evidence to her seafaring occupation is the dotting of freckles across her nose and shoulders.
User: Lt. Lambie
Character: Jack “Cherie” Layton
Gender: Male; too young to know which he prefers
Role: Assistant chef, ship repairs
Personality: A kleptomaniac by all accounts, Jack can’t resist stealing, even though he means well. Aside from that though, he’s quite innocent, naive and well-to-do. Oh yeah, and he’ll try to take advantage of anyone. His specialty are women, especially middle-aged to very old ladies, because as everyone knows, no old woman can refuse a cute and hungry little boy. But really, aside from all that, he’s a good kid with high aspirations to be a chef.
Bio: Jack was orphaned at a very young age and was thus handed off to relatives to raise. Finding the place nothing like home, Jack ran away. He was soon discovered by a lonely older woman who had lost her child, and she took the effeminate blond boy in. However, Jack couldn‘t resist stealing, and of course, this resulted in some problems. Jack ran away and found yet another home, and then was kicked out for stealing again. That is how he’s made his living. Now fifteen years old, Jack has acquired many useful skills aside from the obvious, including using his small, nimble hands to fix things for money.
Misc.: Jack’s nickname has been Cherie for as long as he can remember, due to his adorable face and sweet nature.
User: Amazon
Character: Allen Steward
Gender: M
Role: Navigator
Personality: A little cold at first, but always polite. Allen is a gentleman and a scholar. He can be witty and is always a good listener, though he has a cynical streak that runs deep.
Bio: Born third son in a English family of minor nobles, Allen understood wealth. He understood how much they didn't have, how their home was in a state of disrepair, how much his parents spent foolishly and how he had inherited a title and little else. It didn't bother him though, he spent most of his time in his reclusive uncle's library, learning and reading and learning. Finally the day came when his father died and his eldest brother inherited it all, casting Allen and his other brother out. Now he's found himself without a penny and in dire need of a job.
Misc.: He might look harmless but he can fence with the best of them.
User: Amazon
Character: Leon (Lay-ohn) Pascal Toussaint
Gender: Male, bi
Role: Quartermaster (a crew/captain liason)
Personality: Leon is the most easy going guy you'll ever meet. Everything is greeted with a smile, and even when things go tits up he can simply laugh it off. This might have something to do with him being a chronic alcoholic and occasional drug user, but he is a good guy.
Bio: Born the son of a whore and a sailor, Leon spent most of his life in poverty, but it was in some ways freeing. He spent most of his time on the docks with the other urchins, doing this and that for coins. Once he was old enough he got on the first ship and never looked back.
BLACKLIST
It's actually difficult to get on this list, but these dolts have managed. TO THE BRIG, YOU MOTHERLOVIN' SACKS O' SCUM.
User: x x _ m o n e t _ x x
Character: Elizabeth "Ace" Masters
Gender: Female / Bisexual
Role: First Mate
Personality: Elizabeth is a very amiable person. She gets along with a lot of people after her long experiences on the ocean and with different sorts of people. She likes to laugh and smile, and she is notorious for cracking jokes all the time. However, she does know how to be serious, and is actually a very highly respected woman among her fellow pirates.
Bio: Ever since she was young, she had been raised as a pirate, living on the high seas. She enjoys the life of it, and wouldn't give it up for anything. Also, Elizabeth has a bit of a feud going with her brother, who is older and who inherited their parent's ship after they died. He wouldn't let her join the crew. So now, Elizabeth is looking for something to do...
Misc.: Elizabeth stands at about five feet, six inches with an average build. She has dark, wavy hair and blue eyes, with a fair complexion. She also loves singing and dancing, drawing and writing. She is not as good with her alcohol as others are, but she loves her rum, and won't stop drinking until she passes out.
This user simply left the guild and never posted. Boo.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 7:47 pm
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He tucked a stray lock of dark hair behind his ear and tied the mass into a ponytail. Captain Damien Cole, beautiful by any means, looked out over his ship and smiled. It was certainly a beauty, made of dark wood of deep brown, polished to perfection. The mast was mighty and tall, the details on the sides were beautiful mermen and women swimming on an ethereal sea of cerulean; the Queen of Hearts was truly a magnificent sight to behold.
Then, from behind him: "You do remember you have no crew, right?"
He hung his head and sighed. "Yes, Amalia, thank you for reminding me." He turned and faced the only woman stubborn enough to put up with him, and silly enough to stick around. He'd admit, were he not interested in the coarser sex, he could've taken that sort of liking to her. She was tall and flexible, dark-haired, with severe eyes and seemingly made of pure willpower. Of course, he thought, even if he liked women, it would be required that she like men. In the cities where "their kind" were less accepted then others, they kept their respective secrets safe. They'd known each other for a long time--how long, he didn't know--and she was just about the only person he trusted.
Amalia then swatted him in the back of the head. "You should stop thinking about your damn ship and hire some sorry blokes to work it. The ship's worthless without people, you idiot."
Cole sighed again. "I know, I know. But what exactly can I say? 'Pirate captain looking for a crew. Being light in one's loafers is optional.'"
She leaned on the rail. "Look love, sittin' here won't get you anywhere. Get out there, go look. I'm sure we can at least find someone who don't give a s**t either way."
He nodded and wrapped his arm around her waist, grinning. "Come, my darling, to town we must go! Then after our pursuits I shall ravish you under the starry sky and--"
She pushed his face away and rolled her eyes. "Puttin' it on a bit strong, aren't you?"
He picked her up over his shoulder and started walking off the ship. "Ah, you're no fun at all, woman."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 2:31 pm
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Anton Tarasov hefted his leather sack over one shoulder as he finally made his way closer to the portside village. Although he wasn't aware of it, multiple stares were directed his way - he wasn't trying to, but he stuck out like a sore thumb.
Maybe it was the heavy winter coat he was wearing - lined with a collar of sheepskin - despite the temperature being mild, breezy at best.
Maybe it was the way the beaten brown cap on his head completely failed to hide unruly auburn curls, which poked out rebelliously from the sides.
Maybe it was his pale skin, his rosy cheeks with their sharp, high cheekbones making him look much older than 16 - though his eyes, blue and wide and innocent, meant that he was never mistaken for an adult.
Most likely, it was the way he walked without looking where he was going, instead focusing his sight on the map clutched in his hand. It was written in English, which Anton could barely speak let alone read - and so he kept going up to random strangers asking for help. So far he had found the people of this town to be spectacularly unfriendly.
"Prastite," he said to a burly, pock-faced man leaning against a wall. "Vy mozhite mne..." he trailed off at the man's utterly blank expression. Anton sighed, then tried again.
"I am looking for..." he struggled to think of the words, "...boat place?" He mimed the motion of waves with his hands. The man tilted his head to the left and smiled. A reaction! This was good. Anton grinned excitedly.
"You...being help me, da?"
The big man reached out on hairy paw and put it down heavily on Anton's shoulder. "Sure, I being help you, pal," the man said, and before Anton could react or fight back, he was being dragged out of sight into a dark alleyway.
Anton's russian:
Excuse me...
Can you help me...
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 3:16 pm
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((I should not be this excited that you know Russian.))
Cole and Amalia strode down the pier, chatting as amiably as two people can when one of their posteriors is in the face of the other. They were headed to the tavern, where they were bound to run into at least a few colorful people crazy enough to join the crew of a ship called The Queen of Hearts.
They then had the fortune, though, of seeing a particularly innocent-looking boy get dragged into an alley. Amalia sighed; Cole was a valiant vigilante at best, and delusionally, heroically, and completely stupid for a pretty face at worst. She knew what was coming next and braced herself.
Cole dropped her without so much as looking back and stroked his almost-goatee. "I think my assistance may be required. I'll be back, with or without a few of my limbs."
He then dashed off down the alley after the brute and the boy, drawing his rapier as he did. No sense in being polite, after all.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:12 pm
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((Unfortunately, I do not actually know Russian. I am faking with the help of my good friend Google. D: ))
Anton struggled for breath as the man's fantastically dirty hand clamped over his mouth, forcing him to inhale the stench of rum and sweat and a few other substances that his mother would have slapped him for mentioning in public.
All his fighting and squirming was to no effect, although he was by no means a frail boy - radish farming, believe it or not, did require a certain strength and stamina - his lean build was useless against his assailant's burly stature.
"Now, now, calm down 'ere," the man said, "Nothing to worry about. I'm only going to sell you off 't the traders,"
Anton panicked. The man's low-class accent made his English hard to understand, but he definitely understood the intent behind the words. And he did not travel all the way across god-forsaken Russia to be sold to slave traders upon reaching the coast.
He bit the man's pinky, causing him to holler in pain and loose his hold on Anton for a split second. Anton took the chance to wriggle free.
"Help! Somebody! Pапс!" he managed to yell, before the man backhanded him, sending him crashing into a stack of crates.
"You dirty cossak!" the man spat, shaking out his injured hand. There was a thin indentation of teeth marks on his smallest finger.
Anton's babelfished russian:
рапс: rape
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 11:00 pm
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[Sorry it's so long! >.< Feel free to skim or altogether skip the first three paragraphs.]
Jack did not stand out in the busy market crowd, much to his pleasure, though there was the ever-present old woman who could hardly resist pinching his cherubic cheeks. At least the unyielding old ladies reminded him that he still had it, which meant he’d live comfortably for a while longer.
With nearly everyone’s eyes busy, it was almost too easy for Jack to slide his lithe hand around a little purse or money sack and claim it for himself. All he needed was the right person. Right now, a frazzled mother stuck out to him like a large diamond in an unproductive mine. When she wasn’t checking the apples suspiciously, she was holding back two grabby children who reminded Jack a bit of himself. The boy merely ambled behind her, slipped his hand in her too-big pocket, and drew out the weighty silk purse. However, at the sight of the small children, Jack could not force himself to take all their money. Instead, he drew out two coins and his one in each sleeve.
“Hullo there, kiddies. Wanna see a trick?” he asked cheerily. He had their attention, but before either could reply, he placed one hand behind each child’s ear and “pulled” out a coin. They smiled and laughed with joy and amazement, and their uptight mother even cracked a smile. It was almost sad. Jack walked off without a word, lost quickly in the crowd.
Pleased with his work and the prospect of a warm dinner, Jack almost missed the yells coming from his right. If somebody was getting robbed… he had to deal with competition quickly. He pushed through the crowd and made his way down the alley, following the memory of the voices. It only took one turn right to find an angry, hairy brute and a young, odd-looking boy sprawled on some broken crates.
His face twisted in confusion and terror. No one’s being robbed, it’s just… but Jack didn’t completely understand what was going on, but he knew it was bad, and he sided with the boy rather than the woolly mammoth.
Jack darted to the boy and pulled him up roughly by the arms, hoping his legs worked well enough to run.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 3:49 pm
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The boy said something Jack couldn't understand, but he had no time to waste thinking about it. He kept one hand on the other boy's arm and started running, pulling the boy rather roughly. He knew the streets well, hopefully better than the burly man, and pulled the boy through sharp turns about the alleyways.
They quickly came upon an open area occupied by people, near the marketplace. If the man had been able to keep up with them, Jack was sure he wouldn't try any funny business with so many people around. Still, he spun in circles, trying to find him if he was there. Satisfied, he stopped and caught his breath, which had been lost more because of the panic rather than running.
"Are you alright?" he asked the boy, genuinely concerned, and hoping his grip had not hurt him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 12:24 am
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This town was crazy, Anton decided. It was nothing like the village he had passed through in France, which happened to be in the middle of a witch-hunt when he was visiting - the less he remembered about France, the better. But it was pretty high up there in terms of craziness.
He had no choice but to run along with the stranger as he was dragged through street after street, finally coming to rest in a crowded market center.
"Are you okay?" The man had said to him. Anton had bent over to catch his breath, his face flushed from the unexpected run. He looked up, registering that he had been asked a question.
"Da, spasiba..." he said, automatically speaking in his mother tongue. It was something he did often - he was good at listening to English, but speaking it required his full conversation, so in times like these Russian came out of his mouth without thinking. "Vi ochin' dabry."
He berated himself and then tried to start over.
"Am fine," he said, "Thank you," Anton hefted his bag - which, miraculously, he had managed to keep a tight grip on - and looked warily around. He had no idea where this man had led them to, and he wondered how far he was now from the docks.
"Who are you?" he asked.
Anton's (by the way, written phonetically) Russian:
Da, spasiba - yes, thank you.
vi ochin' dabry - you are very kind
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 9:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 7:12 am
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Cole had stopped to watch the encounter of the young boys with interest. One was a thief, and a fair one, at that. His tactics left a bit to be desired, but he was young. Time would teach him.
The other was Russian. That was good enough for him. The last Russian he'd run into had nearly pulled his head off, so to the tall, lean Spaniard, that meant they were all rough in some manner.
He approached them, sheathing his sword and knowing Amalia would follow. Might as well interrupt the introductions while he could.
"Hello, young fellows and seeming ne'er-do-wells," he said with a grand wave of his arm. "You two seem apt at bringing yourselves trouble. It's a trait pride myself on, as a pirate." He smiled toothily and rested his fists on his hips. "I'm in need of a crew, and you're rather able-handed. Might you be interested?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:28 pm
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((15! I should go back and edit my previous posts. Unless he's a very tall, manly looking 15-year-old?))
"Sherry?" Anton said in his thick accent, misunderstanding the other boy, but before anything more could be said, they were interrupted by a tall, tan man sporting a wide grin.
It was clear from the man's dress that he was a seaman of some sort, and from the tone of his voice and the gestures he made, he was interested in Anton and the other boy.
The other boy - Sherry, Anton had gathered - spoke up, and the two traded words much too quickly for Anton to make sense of. Subconsciously, perhaps because he felt intimidated, he shrunk in his shoulders and moved behind his rescuer. It wouldn't hurt to let this boy find out what the man wanted. Anton though he could trust him that much.
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